Monday, February 25, 2013
What's Better Than That Gold Statue?
I love the Oscars. The glamour. The dresses. It’s really the only time I act very girlie, watching all the actresses glide down the red carpet, draped in beautiful couture, stunning diamonds adorning their wrists.
My favorite part? Fantasizing about what it would be like to win one of the writer awards, either Best Original Screenplay or Best Adapted Screenplay. I like to think that without the writers, none of this would be possible. This is not true, of course, but a woman can dream, can’t she?
My oldest son came home from college Saturday night for a quick visit. His brother and I picked him up from the train station, while my husband orchestrated a sushi dinner for us to enjoy upon our return. Since there are no sushi restaurants in his western Illinois college town, it was a nice treat for our freshman.
It had been about two months since we’d all been together, the longest we were ever apart. The four of us got caught up on each other’s lives. We heard about his classes, his radio show, his suite mates. We played our favorite games until midnight, pausing too many times to count for anecdotes and laughter.
Sunday morning passed, lazy in our pajamas, with several cups of tea, coffee for my husband, and episodes of our oldest’s favorite television show. More laughter. More conversation.
Even errands were fun simply because we were together. An excursion to the Morton Arboretum on a lovely winter day rounded out our time, and all too soon, he was on the train back to school.
I was having such a great time, I almost forgot about the Oscars.
I returned home from the train station and turned on the TV in time to see some of the red carpet arrivals, but somehow the spectacle had lost its luster. Sure, the dresses were pretty, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I actually went to bed before the best actress award was even announced. I’d see it in the morning.
When I closed my eyes to fall asleep, I could still see my sons roughhousing in the family room just like they did when they were kids. I saw the smile on my husband’s face when he welcomed his oldest home. And I felt the love the four of us are so fortunate to share.
Hollywood can have its red carpet, media barrage, and size 0 actresses.
I’ve already received my reward.